Bird is the word!

I hate mocking birds. Not "mocking birds" per se, but birds that mock. Since last night at about 2:00 AM, there has been this bird (a mocking bird incidentally) that has been mocking me from three surrounding trees. He makes all kinds of racket. He's doing it on purpose I'm sure. So, instead of Krispy Kremes, I am now putting out the call for a pellet gun. I'll put an end to this destructive conflict, once and for all.

Don't know if Buck mentioned it, but a lady stopped earlier and asked us if we were selling tents. That was a first. Zach and Sharon are erecting a rather large edifice at the moment. It'll be up just in time for the sun to go down... but it's the thought that counts.

I tried napping earlier. It didn't go well. My tent became something of an oven. Sweating is not one of those things that I enjoy. Not like eating Pop Tarts, which is something I DO enjoy.

Jimmy has stopped by. We're watching a New Hope. I know how it ends, but I'm trying to be considerate to those who are remaining spoiler free.

We got an update from the Chicago line a little while ago. It's rather confusing and I shant try to go into it. I WILL say that I think we are faring better than they are, despite the presence of international recording sensation, Adam Selzer.

We'll be lighting the cintronella and the torches here shortly and there might be hotdogs in our future...
-chris